#demon dean

you managed to find a decently good hiding spot before they finished counting. under your bed – classic yet painful obvious.

you were honestly hoping that they weren’t gonna start with the obvious hiding spots, you know, the whole reverse psychology thing.

you laid flat on your stomach under your bed, hand over your mouth so that your breathing wasn’t the thing that gave you away, although you fear that wasn’t what’s the give away, your heart rang in your ears, feeling like it was away to jump out your chest.

was it because of running? sure. but fear and arousal had a play in it too.

“come out come out wherever you are” you heard sam’s taunting voice echo through the hallway, he was close. of course he was, you wouldn’t be surprised if he cheated.

the question now is, did they split up or team up? guess it’s for you to find out.

your bedroom door swung open with a big thud as sam’s biker boots kicked it open, you let out an involuntary gasp from the sudden scare.

unluckily for you – sammy heard. a smirk grew behind his mask.

you heard his footsteps, heavy and deliberately slow, making your heart beat increase even more. you seriously thought it was that loud that everyone could hear it.

the knife he was holding, scrapped against the concrete wall of your room, making you aware of it’s presence.

you watched as the pair of boots stepped closer to the bed, you knew you were fucked, but still, you had the fight in you.

like sam and dean wanted, don’t make it easy for them to catch you.

and you weren’t planning on it.

the big black boots stopped at the foot of the bed, a sudden silence falling in the room. you covered your mouth to mute yourself, but sam could already smell the strong feminine perfume that gave you away.

“thought we all agreed to make this game interesting, but you’re just making it too damn easy for us” sam chuckled in a sinister way before you suddenly felt both your ankles being grabbed by big strong hands, then got pulled out from under the bed, you couldn’t help but let out a scream trying to grab onto the bed leg but sam was too fast.

you thrashed around before turning onto your back to face him, the ghostface mask looking much more scarier in the dull red light than you expected.

your instincts kicked in and so did your legs, landing a couple of shots to his abdomen, which made sam stumble back into your desk, pens and papers falling to the floor, you gave yourself just enough time to get up and bolt out the door.

as you ran through one of the long hallways of the bunker, you noticed just how loud of a noise your shoes were making, which gave you a disadvantage.

so you stopped for a second, throwing them off your feet, along with your socks, leaving you completely barefoot. the cold concrete floor waking up a new sensation in you.

you heard sam’s heavy footsteps getting closer, very quickly. he was running, which meant you had a better chance at hiding than outrunning him. without much thought you started running the opposite direction from where your room was.

as you were away to turn left on the corner, you bumped into dean’s tall and broad figure, ghostface mask, black cloak and a knife in his hand. it’s shouldn’t be turning you on, but by god it did.

it didn’t take even a second for him to grab a hold of you, his deep chuckle vibrating against your back.

“come on now little one. we don’t wanna hurt you” dean cooed into your ear.

you squirmed around in his tight grasp, grunting softly when he tightened his grip. your brain told you to bite – so you did.

after all you weren’t supposed to make it easy for them, remember?

you sank your teeth into his arm, which made him drop his knife and shout in pain. “auh you bitch!” dean growled, his grip loosening for a split second which you used to your advantage.

slipping yourself loose and sprinting down the hallway as he was too occupied cussing under his breath.

sam caught up to dean, “what happened?”

“the little brat bit me” dean massaged his arm.

sam chuckled out. “clever little minx”

“shut up and get her” dean barked, then both the predators started chasing you, the prey, down the hallway.

your footsteps were much quieter now without shoes but sadly it didn’t help with running any faster. you could feel them both catching up to you and you panicked.

running into the kitchen which didn’t exactly have any good hiding spots, only an entrance and an exit door.

you were out of breath, your heart felt like it was away to stop any minute and to your misfortune, sam stood at the entrance door and dean blocked the exit door.

leaving you completely cornered, like a little bunny that’s hunted by big hungry wolves. both of them wearing masks that covered their faces, but you could feel their smirks radiating from beneath.

“give it up sweetheart, you’re cornered. you have nowhere to run-“ sam spoke, satisfaction in his low voice.

“-nowhere to hide.” dean added.

your legs went weak, cotton like.

you leaned against the sink, trying to keep them both at the same distance. your brain was going through all the possibilities of running away, fighting even.

you looked around to notice a clean pan that was on the drying rack, you had a lightbulb moment.

you grabbed the pan and planned on using it against them as a weapon, will it work? you didn’t know, but you had to try.

“and what are you gonna do with that? fry some eggs?” dean mocked, stepping closer to you, with that slow predatory step.

sam followed his older brother’s actions, doing the same.

you felt as if like the walls were closing in on you, your eyes jumping from one winchester to another. “get back!” you warned, swinging the pan back and forth.

fortunately for you, you landed a good hit on sam. the pan making a massive bang sound. sam let out a groan and curled up a bit, holding his abdomen. “i’ve had it up to here with you, you little-!”

you threw the pan at dean and took the gamble, pushing past sam’s broad body, aiming for the entrance door that he was blocking literally a second ago.

“not so fast, little mouse” dean growled from behind you, gripping you by your hair and pulling you back.

you let out a yelp, falling onto your ass. “n-no!!” your body tried to fight him, tried to crawl away but the grip on your hair was harsh, his fingers deep in your curls, he wasn’t afraid to yank them.

dean chuckled lowly, waiting for sam to straighten out and join his side, while you were struggling like a mouse caught in a glue trap.

dean gave sam a quick head tilt, a silent signal to follow him.

dean walked out the kitchen first, his fingers never leaving your hair, he dragged you by your hair, manhandling you like a goddamn savage.

you let out soft whines, trying to hold onto his wrist so it wouldn’t hurt so much. sam followed behind, keeping an eye on you, giving you unlikely chances of getting away now.

the three of you eventually reached your bedroom door, but once the three of you stepped afoot inside, you were fucked.

literally and figuratively.

“it’s game over sweetheart, no more running” dean explained.

“or you will have extra consequences” sam added.

and with that, dean dragged you inside and sam locked the door behind.

you were locked in one room with these two scary and heartless hunters. with sam having no soul and dean being a demon, their level of empathy was basically the same – which was zero. nil. nada. absolutely none whatsoever.

you crawled backwards as both of them stood above you, your back hitting the foot of the bed. you breathing uneven, you did not know what to expect from them now, and that made you feel very uneasy.

both sam and dean looked down at you with their masks still on, knives still in their hands. you didn’t know whether to get wet or pee yourself right there on the spot.

“what do you think we should do with her first sammy?” dean asked his younger brother.

sam chuckled at the idea that popped into his head, “i think her face needs a bit of color, don’t you? thinking.. white” dean smirked at his brothers answer, you on the other hand did not understand the cryptic tone.

“that’s a perfect idea, little brother” dean commented, already starting to unbuckle his belt.

your puppy eyes went wide in shock, seeing both of them unbuckling their leather belts. something deep inside you was screaming, butterflies erupting in your tummy.

the sound of the metal clinking was enough to make you wet.

“on your knees” sam ordered, but you were heavily hesitating. a little scared even.

“he said, on your knees. slut” dean barked as he noticed you not listening to his brother.

you weren’t going to lie, his tone made you jump, lowkey afraid. you got on your knees, not wanting them to get mad or anything, punishment from them would be diabolical, to say the least.

“there we go, that wasn’t so hard to do now was it? or is our little cum guzzler simply deaf?” dean cooed, taking out his already hard cock out his black cargo pants and pumping himself a couple times in front of your face, a juicy vein decorating his shaft.

you looked sam’s way, noticing him pulling out his cock too, his cock longer but not as thick as his brother’s.

both equally pretty and yummy looking though.

“from what i recall you’re a big fan of double cream and all that, so let’s see how well you can handle this type” sam spoke cockily, stroking himself off in front of your face.

both men stood inches away from you, you knelt in front of them, your face at their crotch level so you got to see all the details. from their flushed tips and the pulsing veins to their pearly precum dripping down their piss slits.

you felt nothing short of a whore, a sex toy of theirs to play with as they wish. it felt demeaning, embarrassing, degrading, humiliating – but at the same time you could not help but get turned on by watching those two huge guys jerking off in front of you like that.

both sam and dean’s breathing got heavier, your eyes blown out as you switched your stare from one cock to another, and all you could do is just kneel there on your knees with puppy eyes.

“open your mouth” dean hissed through gritted teeth.

your eyes looked up at him, that ghostface mask staring back at you. you didn’t dare to disobey dean, his short temper scared you and you wouldn’t want him to throat fuck you just to prove a point, so you opened your mouth nice and wide.

and just like that he stuck the tip of his cock in your mouth, “suck.” he ordered, leaving no space for ‘but’s.

you flicked your tongue over his tip before taking more of him in your mouth, humming a soft moan that sent vibrations down his spine.

you looked up at him, with your mouth full of his cock, dean couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at the sultry view in front of him.

his hand went into your hair, guiding your head up and down his cock before forcefully pulling you away, your mouth making a pop sound, a string of saliva joining at the corner of your mouth and his cock.

you looked at him with lustful puppy eyes, slightly embarrassed at how much this was turning you on.

sam tapped your cheek with his cock, “my turn, open up.”

your gaze shifted to the younger winchester, opening your mouth to let his cock slide into your mouth. “so fuckin eager” he chuckled lowly.

meanwhile dean continued jerking himself off watching his brother make you take his inches. “i know right? told you she’s a cumslut” dean grunted, feeling himself getting closer, but his hand kept a steady pace.

sam’s hand held the back of your head, pushing your head down making you gag on his cock, tears welled up in your eyes and drool dripped down your chin.

“she may be a cumslut but she definitely gags like a fucking beginner” sam laughed, mockery in his voice as his hips moved forwards, you tried to breathe through your nose but couldn’t help letting out a choked whimper.

sam suddenly pulled out, feeling himself on the edge.

both the brothers pumped themselves quicker, their cocks practically touching your face.

“tongue out.” dean ordered, you could hear both of them softly panting under their masks.

you stuck your tongue out, your eyes dark and blown out, darting from one cock to the other, ready to taste them.

one after another, their cocks shot out hot sticky semen, covering your pretty little face. sam and dean pumped themselves dry onto your face, admiring the filthy view in front of them – your lips, tongue, cheeks and even your forehead covered with their dna.

you managed to lick the cum off your lips before the rest dripped down your face and neck.

“bet that was better than those oreos you eat” dean chuckled, his cock still hard in his hand.

so was sam’s.

of course this wasn’t the end of it – you would be stupid to think that.

both of them took their masks off, having enough of wearing it. both their hair messy in their own unique ways. dean pushed a hand through his hair.

“aww look at those tear stains, such a poor little thing~ drooling, covered in cum” sam gently petted your head, smiling softly with his signature puppy stare.

you were gullible enough to believe he was gonna be gentle now, but to your surprise he grabbed you by your hair and lifted you up like you were just a toy.

“up up up.” his voice filled with faux friendliness, you had no choice but to get up from your knees with the way he was pulling on your hair.

“on the bed, all fours. we are not finished with you yet” sam commanded, basically throwing you onto your own bed, and standing in front of you with his cock still up right, in front of your face.

dean walked over to the back of you, his hands already on your ass, strong fingers tearing your fishnets open at the crotch and ripping your panties with it. you gasped at dean’s strength, or more like that fact he didn’t even need to use much of it.

your pussy now fully exposed, glistening and dripping from how aroused you were. dean let out a low wolf whistle, “well i’ll be damned, you’re fuckin dripping wet… pathetic little thing is clearly enjoying herself” he let out a gravelly chuckle, his thumb sliding up and down your slick slit, making you squirm under his touch.

“so wet” dean chuckled, amused at just how wet you actually were already.

your mouth agape, a soft moan haunting your lips. your back arched slightly, seeking more of the feeling, but dean pulled away in an instant when he noticed you doing so, i mean what do you expect from a mean fucker like him?

you looked up at sam, your eyes meeting his dark, empathy lacking ones. his stiff cock at your eye level, “open up.” sam commanded, tapping the tip of his cock on your lips.

dean wasted no time whatsoever and pushed his cock inside you, inch by inch. his thick cock sliding in with ease and stretching you out, making you open your mouth and let out a strangled moan.

sam took that opportunity and shoved his cock half way down your throat, making you choke on him as he without a second thought started thrusting in and out your mouth, holding you by your hair, his grip harsh. “that’s a girl~“ he faux praised, the mocking tone never leaving him.

dean’s big calloused hands gripped your asscheeks and started thrusting his length in and out, in and out. your pussy making squelching sounds every time he pushed his cock deep inside you, filling you up to the brim.

“so full of cock, but i can feel just how much you’re into it you little freak, clenching that pussy tightly around my cock- you can’t fool us sweetheart” dean chuckled, increasing the speed of his hips, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in, balls deep, impaling you on both the cocks.

your pussy did indeed clench around him, subliminally wanting to milk him dry, for him to empty himself inside you. “jesus fuckin christ, what a tight little thing you are, gotta start stretching you out more often.” dean grunted in between thrusts.

both the winchester’s worked on you from both ends, it was almost overwhelming so you let them use you the way they wanted. you let out muffled moans as the two of them sped up their movements, chasing their highs.

a creamy ring formed around the base of dean’s cock, all thanks to you shamefully being into this, into being used and stuffed by them both.

both sam and dean let out grunts and strangled growls as they got close, unconsciously competing with each other to see who gets to fill you up with their seed first.

the way your throat clenched as you gagged continuously on sam’s big cock, stimulated his tip. sam threw his head back, letting out a moan as his cock spewed out thick ropes of white.

your mouth flooded with drool and his cum, tears and cum dripping down your face as he pulled out his cock.

“swallow.” sam growled, his fingers still deep in your hair, you wouldn’t dare to do other wise, swallowing his seed right in front of him and sticking your tongue out for proof.

“very good.” his other hand tapped your cheek harshly in a degrading manner.

dean on the other hand was hanging on by a thread, your pussy eagerly swallowing his cock each time he pushed deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix.

he gave you a couple sudden spanks on the ass before finally giving you his seed, shooting his hot cum deep in your womb.

as he pulled out slowly, his pearly white cum dripped out your hole, down your thighs and onto your bedsheets.

“now that’s what i call double-stuffed, ain’t that right sammy?” dean laughed, collecting some of his cum onto his finger and pushing it back inside you, making you cry out a moan.

“just how she likes it.” sam added, smirking down at you, brushing his thumb against your plump bottom lip.

for a long second, the three of you try to catch your breaths.

until sam lifted his head up, looking at his older brother. “switch?” sam asked casually.

“now that’s what i’m talkin ‘bout” dean chuckled, rubbing his hands together before getting off the bed and switching sides with sam.

this was going to be a very long and messy night.

but a deal is a deal – you fought well during the twisted kids game of hide and seek, but in the end you lost.

and losers take their punishment like champs.

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